Congratulations, Sheila, you're the winner of the 1988 4-H Fair Tomato-Growing Contest

[sovay]

I dreamed last night that I was writing a story for ashlyme. All I can remember is a garden and sunlight on a web of raindrops. Some bricks. A painted door. And something dead, but I don't think that's unusual for either of our stories or dreams.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Along with tomatoes, Sheila's been growing dreams, I see. (Where does your subject line come from?)

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

*gets the salt* Hi! You should write it.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

I'm flattered (and it reminds me *I* owe you a story outside dreams). One of us (or both?) should do something with this!

ETA: was the dead thing behind the door, I wonder?

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it had such an excellent fictional result.

I'm having more dreams of collecting absurd fictional weapons.* Not sure I can use them for anything, but we'll see.

*A couple of nights ago I woke up remembering that I'd been living in a small flat, probably above a shop of some sort, in a city with bright sunlight outside and low buildings. Across the street was an antique shop, where I bought a battered rifle that represented a system for converting rifle-musket to breechloader that never existed in our world. It was called a Greene rifle, but hadn't much in common with our world's Civil War-era Greene rifle (beyond both being bolt actions). I don't think I wanted it for anything other than the historical significance and perhaps the diversion of restoring it, but it was odd.